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Myfanwy 2

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Thirty-One

Ways of Light and Darkness - Chapter Thirty-One
Author: Milady Dragon
Rating: PG-13
Pairing(s): Jack/Ianto; Gwen/Rhys; one-sided Lisa/Ianto; past Master John (Doctor)/Rose; other canon pairings.
Warning: Fantasy Violence, horror, angst
Spoilers:  Some could be for Torchwood S1 "Cyberwoman"; "Countrycide", "They Keep Killing Suzie"; Doctor Who S1 "Bad Wolf" and "Parting of the Ways", S2 "Army of Darkness" and "Doomsday"; and S3 "Utopia";"Sound of Drums", "Last of the Time Lords" and possibly other episodes, although they have been warped into a fantasy setting.
Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Doctor Who, although I wish I did....
Author's note:  This is the sequel to The Immortality of the Deathless, the chapter list to be found here.   It's Torchwood and Doctor Who twisted into a fantasy setting, where everything that could be considered alien is actually magical.

Summary:  When mercenary Captain Jack Harkness vanishes while on a mission, Wizard Ianto Jones has to choose between his lover, his duty...and quite possibly his destiny.

Chapter Thirty-One

They materialized on board a ship.

Ianto looked around curiously. He'd actually never been on a ship before; why should he travel that way, when he could teleport wherever he wanted to go?

Their sudden appearance had apparently made all work cease; they were being stared at, and Ianto found himself a little bothered by the attention. A couple of what looked like soldiers moved toward them, their hands on their swords, and Ianto rested his hand on his holstered wand in case he needed to defend himself.

"Lady Martha!" a strong voice greeted his companion. A man stepped into the clear area between them and the rest of the ships' crew; he was tall, with a definite military bearing, wearing a black and red tunic. A sword was at his waist, and he was obviously in charge, judging from the way the people around him reacted.

"Brigadier," Martha answered. "How's things going?"

"I would say fine," the man addressed as Brigadier replied, "except that I get the feeling something strange is going on here." He looked directly at Ianto, and the Wizard stood taller, looking the man in the eye.

"Oh," the woman said, "gentlemen, this is Brigadier Lethbridge-Stewart, he's in charge of Their Majesty's forces here in Canary's Wharf. Brigadier, this is the Doctor…and Lord Ianto Jones."

The Brigadier opened his mouth to say something, but Martha held up a hand. "I'm sorry, Sir, but do you think we could explain this all in one go? It's really complicated."

"Of course, Lady Martha," the man said, nodding. "I am gratified to see that your rescue mission was a success."

"In a way," she said cagily. "That's part of the complicated explanation – "


Her head snapped around at her name being called…and so did Ianto's, since he recognized that voice. His heart lurched as he caught sight of the man who'd shouted.

It was Jack.

But, a different Jack. This man had a more relaxed posture. He was dressed casually, in a blue shirt that was rolled up past well-muscled forearms, and braces that held up brown trousers. A belt with a sheathed knife was at his waist. His hair was much shorter, as well, and the blue eyes didn't hold the magical gold flecks that he was used to.

But this was Jack, and he was free from the Devastation's prison.

It had worked.

Then he got a glimpse of the man standing next to this Jack.

It was him, only he was different as well. Short dark hair – no Wizard's plait – and casual tunic and trousers, and no wand either. He was also a bit more relaxed, as if he didn't have the weight of responsibility that Ianto had. And, if Martha was right, he hadn't.

"Jack!" Martha pushed forward, and she was gathered up in a hug.

As Ianto watched the reunion, others joined this Jack and Ianto. He realized this must be his team; one was an Elf, as Martha had said, and the other was the woman he recognized as Suzie Costello, only she was different as well. It was like seeing double; the people he'd known back in his own timeline, and then the ones from this proper timeline. It was making him a little dizzy.

And then, they were all staring at him.

"What the hells…?" Jack demanded, his eyes flickering back and forth between Ianto and his own lover.

"Shit," another of the men snarked, "you didn't say you had a twin, Wizard Boy!"

Wizard Boy?

"I don't," this Ianto answered, his eyes narrowing.

"You can trust him," Martha hastened to reply. "He's a friend."

Ianto should have realized that he'd have to somehow defend himself to these people; after all, he was the exact duplicate of their friend. He was about to open his mouth to echo Martha's sentiments, when he felt something prod his hand.

Ianto looked down…and into the curious green eyes of Myfanwy.

The dragon was staring up at him, her head cocked at an angle as she regarded him closely. He couldn't sense her like he'd been able to with his Myfanwy, but he could tell she was confused by him.

He knelt beside her. "Hello, girl," he murmured, his vision doubling once again as he saw this Myfanwy and his own, as the last he'd seen her: with Jack, as they'd vanished into thin air after his destruction of Lord Harold Saxon.

In that moment, it all came crashing down on him.

The truth of his current circumstances slammed into him, and he shuddered violently. Even though he'd certainly mourned, much of his emotions he'd pushed down deep, wanting to be clear-headed for his confrontation with Saxon. Now, those feelings were breaking free, and he knew he wasn't going to be given a chance to break down privately. And it didn't seem to matter that he and Jack would be together again someday; it was the emptiness where one half of his soul had been that was overflowing with all the pain and loneliness that he'd done his best to ignore.

He felt a small body crawl up next to him, and a soft crooning sound hummed in his ear. Ianto threw his arms around the dragon, hugging her tightly, as she gave him what comfort she could. He tried very hard not to sob out his pain in front of these strangers, but he wasn't about to have a choice in the matter.

A set of arms wrapped around him, and without looking Ianto knew it was Martha. Even as Myfanwy sang to him, Martha was whispering to him; it was all nonsense, but he appreciated her presence more than he could have guessed.

The inner storm didn't last long, and Ianto pulled away, feeling an embarrassed flush creeping over his face. He glanced up; and once again found himself the center of attention. "I'm all right," he murmured, hoping they would all back away.

The hardest part was seeing the sympathy in this other Jack's eyes.

Ianto stood shakily, his hand on Martha's shoulder. "I'm all right," he reiterated, drawing his emotions back into their box.

"I'd say you were more than all right," Jack drawled, his eyebrows waggling.

The other Ianto rolled his eyes. "Only you, Jack."

"I can't help it! It's like a fantasy come true! I mean, come on! Two of you?"

"You're a sick man, Harkness," the man who'd called the other 'Wizard Boy' said sarcastically, but there was a hint of good-natured teasing in it that had Ianto chuckling.

"See? I made him laugh! I knew I was good for something!" Jack exclaimed.

"Well…for something," the other Ianto sighed. He turned to look at his counterpart. "I do apologize for Jack's behavior; he can be a bit over the top."

"That's fine," Ianto assured him. "I think that's one of the first times I've laughed since…" he stammered to a halt, the words jamming in his throat. "Well, in at least a day or two."

"Come on," the abrasive man said. "I want to check you over. You look like you've taken a stroll through one of the hells."

From that, Ianto guessed this must be Owen Harper. "That…would be an understatement, but there's nothing physically wrong with me."

Harper snorted. "Sure there is…you're Wizard Boy's doppelganger. That's wrong on so many levels. The world isn't ready for two of you!"

"I love you too, Owen," the other Ianto snarked.

"Ew…keep that sort of talk for Harkness. I'm so not interested." He gently took Ianto by the elbow. "Let's go. I suspect you want to get away from this crowd."

Ianto allowed himself to be led away, toward the door leading belowdecks. But, as he and his escort went to go below, Martha shouted, "Where's the Doctor? And Tardis?"

Ianto looked around; the dragon and her Wizard were gone. "Why am I not surprised?" he sighed, turning back to these strangers that he was now stranded among. "Can we go below now? Please?"

"Sure," Harper said. "Wizard Boy's got the Captain's cabin; it's nice and you get the sea view. Although how he should rate, I don't know…"

Ianto decided then and there that he was going to like Doctor Owen Harper.


They didn't end up in the so-called Captain's cabin. Instead, a smaller group was gathered around a table that must have doubled for some sort of workspace if all the scrolls and charts were any indication.

He was seated at the table between Martha and Harper, and the first thing the battle surgeon did was examine Ianto closely. After about ten minutes – about the time it took for everyone to arrive and for introductions to be made – he was ready to make his prognosis.

"Exhaustion mostly. Dehydration. Some bumps and bruises. After this question and answer session our guest is getting a good sleep."

"Thank you, Owen," Jack replied. "We'll make sure that happens after the meeting, but in the meantime we can at least serve some drinks." He eyes his Ianto, who was seated beside him.

"I suppose this means you'd like coffee?" the other Ianto asked, rolling his eyes.

"I've been dying for one of your coffees for weeks," Jack said earnestly.

Ianto couldn't help but notice the flinch at that comment, even as his counterpart was rising. "Anyone else want one while I'm making?"

Nearly every hand at the table went up.

Ianto resisted the urge to smirk. Well, one thing certainly hadn't changed between timelines…he still made the coffee.

"Water for our friend," Harper ordered. "Coffee would be the wrong thing for him at the moment."

Ianto actually pouted.

It made Jack laugh. "Well, not only do you look like our Ianto, but you act like him too!"

"He is Ianto," Martha answered. "Only he's Ianto from another timeline."

That seemed to get everyone's attention.

"What do you mean, Nightingale?" Jack asked.

And the explanations began.


It was early evening when the meeting finally broke up.

Ianto felt even more exhausted than before. He went up onto the deck to get some air; the Commodore had arranged for him to have a berth next to where Jack's people were staying, but a part of him wasn't ready to sleep yet.

At least, not alone.

That was going to take some getting used to. He and his Jack had slept in the same bed for five years, and not having him by his side would make it hard for him to get any rest at all. The ache in his chest threatened to send him into tears again, but he took a deep breath and managed to calm himself.

This place was so different. This Jack and Ianto weren't the same as himself and his Jack had been. He admitted to himself that, sitting there and watching them interact, that Ianto had felt a red-hot jealousy burn through him, and there were times when he could barely sit there and be a witness to this relationship. They had something that he desperately wanted, and it was almost impossible to handle.

But then, Jack would do something and it would hit him that this man wasn't his soulmate. He belonged with this timeline's Ianto, and he had to be content with them being happy; to accept that this was now lost to him, at least until he'd finished what he'd wanted to do ever since he'd learned of this universe.

Then, he could rest. Then, he could be with Jack once more.

He could feel the Void Point, pulsing just on the edges of his consciousness. He'd learned much from their conversations; that this Ianto couldn't block out the Void, and that Suzie didn't want to have anything to do with it. He'd have to do something about that, to help them learn to deal with the power of Canary's Wharf. They'd need to, if they were to defend themselves against any sort of battle that might take place.

He really wanted to curse his ancestor; not only for abandoning himself and Martha there, but for also not helping the two Wizards on board. He could accept the spell, but this was simply unconscionable. There were things Ianto and Suzie needed to know; and now, it was up to him to teach them. What would have happened if he wasn't there? The Doctor would have simply left them in this situation and let them sink or swim?

Ianto didn't have any faith in Suzie learning anything. She was simply too traumatized by her experiences. It was hard to compare her to the Lady Suzie he'd known back in his own timeline. That Suzie had been confident, fiery, and strong. This Suzie may have been those things once, but now she was damaged. Perhaps she'd heal, in time...but Ianto wasn't so certain. Perhaps her dragon might help her accept herself.

But this Ianto…he had it in him to be a very powerful Wizard. Ianto might have cut himself off from the Deep Ways, but he could still see, and while the bonds between that Ianto and Jack were there, they weren't yet as strong as his and his Jack's had been. Maybe they never would be, but Ianto doubted that. Jack and Ianto would always be together, and connected through the Deep Ways. It would be a powerful combination.

He leaned out over the ships' rail, absently turning the ring on his finger. The other magical rings were gone; once their spells were discharged, they'd been damaged beyond repair. But this…this ring was special. Ianto had managed to do the enchantments on it, and it would work more than once under the correct conditions. Ianto had no idea if they'd want to use it when the time came, but he would make the offer to show them how to use it.

It would be his final gift to them, before he left to rejoin Jack and Myfanwy.

"I believe," a dry voice said from his elbow, "that Owen said you needed rest."

Ianto turned to look at his counterpart. The other Ianto was leaning with his lip against the rail, his blue and gold eyes regarding him closely. "I am resting," he answered, just as drily. "This is positively quiet compared to where we just came from."

A flash of pain crossed over the other's features. "You have no idea how sorry I am for your loss," he murmured. "I can't even imagine…"

"I hope you never have to," Ianto swallowed, turning back to look out over the water. The sun had set, and the ocean was a dark blue color, the sound of the waves lapping against the hull of the ship making a slight smacking sound.

"You cut your connection to the Deep Ways." It wasn't a question.

Ianto nodded. There was no reason to lie about it. "You know why."

The other nodded. "I would have done the same thing."

"To be honest," Ianto went on, "I didn't think I'd still be alive at this point. I thought, once my timeline was gone, that I'd just vanish. But I have something else to do first, before that happens."

"Like what?"

"Like…teach you to be a Wizard."

The other was silent for a moment. "Please."

Ianto nodded. "Do you have a gramaryia? Or some other book of spells?"

"I do, but I found it in a ruined tower, and some of the spells I can't even look it. Now that I know about Void Wizards, I suspect it was written by one."

"You could be right. There's a certain overlap in spells; many of them can be used by all three Orders. But the higher level magicks are unique to each."

"That makes sense. I know I've managed to master several of the spells in it."

"Then we'll start with that. I'll also transcribe the Cardinal spells I know, that way you'll have some until you either find another gramaryia or create them yourself."

"There you are."

Both Iantos turned at Jack's voice. The immortal stood just behind them, looking somewhat bemused. "This is going to take some getting used to."

"How do you think I feel?" the other answered.

"Can't imagine it, quite frankly. I was just coming to see if you were ready to come to bed."

"I am." The other turned to look at Ianto. "I was going to ask if you were going to be all right, but I doubt you will."

Ianto shook his head. "No. Not for a while yet. But I do promise to try to rest."

"Owen can mix you something, if you need it. Normally I would warn you away from him, but he's actually quite useful in certain ways."

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

"Good night, then."

"Good night, Lord Ianto."

"Captain…Master Ianto…"

He watched the pair of them go below, and sighed.

All he had to do was get through this, and he'd be able to join his own Jack, and Myfanwy. But right now, these two needed him.

And Ianto would do his best to help.



Ok I might confuse myself trying to comment on the Ianto's but the conversation between them at the end was lovely. Lord Ianto teaching Master Ianto how to be a good wizard is brilliant. Great chapter.
I hope you don't get confused. :(

Thanks. I enjoyed writing their conversation a lot.

It wasn't confusing to read - i just thought I would get myself in a tangle trying to comment
Oh good. :)
Once again you have painted a vivd picture of feelings that can barely be expressed -- they're that powerful. So sad and yet so hopeful. The conversation with Ianto and Ianto was beautiful. Of course you did make me laugh with Jack's reaction.

Cannot wait for more, but I guess I'll just have to.
Next chapter will be up Sunday, barring anything unforeseen happening. My work schedule has been nuts lately and it's really cut into my writing time.

Glad you liked it. Lord Ianto is in a situation that he could never have ever prepared for, and I was hoping that came through.

Well...Jack is Jack. And he had to at least try to put Lord Ianto into a bit of a better mood.
That was lovely. Only the other Ianto can really understand what Ianto feels like after losing Jack. At least he got some comfort from Myfanwy.
Yes, you're right. Master Ianto would know in a way how Lord Ianto feels, and will try to help him.

Myfanwy just loves people. She's very much a comfort dragon.
Oh you made me feel teary in this one. Poor Ianto having to look at Jack and Ianto together and missing his Jack. I've decided to torture myself by watching all of CoE today as I've an extra day off - for research and I'm only up to the couple comments and the tears are forming.Looking forward to more.
It's going to be hard, but our Jack and Ianto will try to make it a little easier on him.

Re-watching CoE? Oh lord...I could never do it. There are scripts online, it might be a bit easier to deal with...
I know but TW High demands it and I've only watched 4 and 5 twice so I need to. Watching Dekker at the moment at the end of episode 2 - he is so creepy but the lucky actor gets to have Ben Daniels to live with.Mind you just had to laugh at the moment GDL sees a naked JB as they didn't know he was going to be naked and it's so obvious when you see GDL's face.
Well, you know JB will take any excuse... :)

I just can't even psych myself up to watch it again. Even after all this time, I'm not over it...
I loved the conversation between the Ianto's. :) I loved all of this chapter, as usual, but that bit really stood out.

Can't wait to see how this is resolved. And whether or not I'm right in thinking that Ianto is going to tell Jack and Ianto about the MPREG spell. :P

:D Hoping for more soon!
Thanks, it's kind of strange writing for the same character two different ways, so I'm glad it worked.

Spell? I don't know what you mean... *whistles innocently*
awww poor Lord Ianto. . .and to have to watch the other two . . . I wanna give him a hug
I know, he's been through a lot... It'll be okay, trust me.